A few nights ago, sitting in my lazy-boy chair, in the loft, my phone made a sound telling me someone had texted me. I checked it, of course, but the message was one I almost deleted. It asked a question, ‘why did your phone number show up on my phone? Who are you and what do you want?’ My name is ___________ and I live in _______, Oklahoma.
The name caught my attention. When I was a little girl, I knew an even younger girl named ______________! My family lived in _________, Oklahoma. She had a brother a year younger than I was. I wrote back telling her this. I asked if she had a brother named _________.
She wrote back, ‘Yes, she had a brother named _______! They lived in the same town as my family!
So I wrote back, ‘Your dad was my pastor! How did you say you got my number?’
My number had simply appeared on her phone! We decided to keep in touch!
The next night she wrote again, asking for prayer for her brother! He had injured himself and was in severe pain! His wife is taking care of him, but they needed a touch from God.
How and why did this happen? Only God knows. I’m praying for my childhood friend, _______, that God will touch him and heal his injury. I’m praying for my new texting friend, ___________.
This was a God Encounter!